Page 46 of Damien’s Mate

The shower had two shower heads and about twelve different nozzles all up and down the sides. Damien turned them all on and stood in the hot spray, finally feeling like some of the soreness was oozing out of his muscles.

The last couple days had really wrecked his body.

He was just starting to soap himself down with the awesome-smelling bodywash when he got that prickle down his spine that told him someone was watching him.

It was Lila. Minus the t-shirt.

He hadn’t actually seen her naked before, he realized. Except for that couple of minutes outside, and he’d been too busy looking for bullet holes to really appreciate it.

She was gorgeous. Like, make-your-mouth-dry-and-take-your-words-away gorgeous. All muscle except for her kickass tits. Legs for days. Still some bruising on her left side, but all yellow and green like it was days old.

He realized he was staring. And not at the bruises.

She opened the shower door. “I figured there was no reason to let you hog the shower.” She looked up. “Look, there’s even two shower heads. It’s made for sharing.”

He was still trying for the words, but neither his mouth nor his brain was working. She stepped inside and adjusted the second shower head, then tilted her head back and moaned as the hot water cascaded down her body.

The sight of her naked skin glistening with water made his dick tighten again. Lila opened her eyes and looked at him, that hot sultry look in her eyes that she’d had in Vic Salzano’s powder room.

She stepped forward and ran her fingertips down his chest. “Unless you’d rather have privacy.” Her fingers drifted lower. “Like last night.”

Shit. She’d heard him. He felt a hot flush of embarrassment go through him.

“Apparently, there was no actual privacy,” he said, trying not to gasp at the feel of her hand on him.

“The walls were thin,” she said. “And I have excellent hearing. Just like a real lion.”

Her hand drifted through the soap on his arms and chest, and then down to his dick. She closed her hand around it, and he stifled a moan, a different kind of heat rushing through him.

“It was sexy, listening to you,” she said. “If I’d felt better, I would have gone in and kept you company.”

The thought of her listening to him while he worked himself—and getting off on it—made him even hotter.

She slid her hand up and down his shaft, hardening it even more. Damien swallowed back another moan. He shouldn’t be doing this.

“You’re not much more healed than you were last night,” he managed to say. “You’re definitely not in shape for shower sex.”

“I took some more of your painkillers.” She was still moving her hand. “And I got a lot of sleep in the car. I feel pretty good.”

Damien leaned against the wall, his head tipped back. “You are a wicked, wicked lioness.”

“You like that about me.”

“Yes I do.”

With great willpower, he removed her hand from his dick. Then he pulled her in close to him, his lips brushing hers. “My Aunt Jenn was hoping you’d help me go straight. I didn’t tell her what a bad influence you are.”

“I try.” She melted into his kiss. Her breasts against his chest, all her skin touching him, made Damien almost delirious. Despite what she’d said, he held her carefully, gently.

She was never as okay as the said she was.

Kissing Lila was just as amazing as it had been last night. Even more. Every time he touched this woman, he wanted her more. Heat and desire warred with his instinct to protect her at all costs.

She pressed against him, hands moving over his chest, his waist, his hips. He felt a rumble in her chest that he realized was a purr, and it made him smile.

There was a seat at the end of the shower, built into the tile, and he moved backwards toward it, pulling her with him. He lifted her up as he sat, so she straddled his thighs.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.